[We're not going to talk about the fact that he got murdered by Sabretooth with no involvement from Orchis at all.

And therein lies the reason why Quentin hasn't told anyone else about Krakoa. The awkward "sorry"s and platitudes. There's nothing worse than having to watch people struggle to find words when he can literally hear their thoughts, and Gwen wasn't Gwen he'd interrupt her before she even got to that self-conscious, clumsy apology. Gwen's a mutant of Krakoa, and she deserves the right to choke out her condolences without some asshole telepath butting in, no matter how painful it looks.

Quentin shrugs, absently taking off his glasses to clean them on his shirt. Are they dirty? Probably a little, but mostly he just needs something to do with his hands.]

Eh. Not the first time, won't be the last. You get used to it.

I'm up in Alaska these days. Not too bad, if you don't mind being cold as balls and having three hours of daylight. Got myself a team, too. Obviously they're basically my sidekicks, but they're not complete morons, which is nice.